I seem to be a little adult now. Hah.
I have ex’s now. Actual ones. I’ve recieved a hateful phonecall at four in the morning from one. That should be worth points. I walk barefoot with no one to tell me otherwise. I do dishes without protest. I have a box of my own. I have a ferret who lives in a box as well. My responsibilities are my own and I enjoy having them. The few I do not enjoy I accept as neccesary and do not question them. The books on my shelf are worth reading. I have a relationship I trust from nails to marrow. I change my sheets. My mother pays for nothing in my life. I have friends. Intelligent ones who know more than I do. I am never asked for ID. People I respect like my music. When I have an opinion it is not brushed of out of hand because obviously I am too young to know what I am talking about. The majority of my friends do not live with thier parents. I’ve almost positive I have stopped growing upwards. I have bought furniture. That should also be points. I have no curfew. I can trouble-shoot my computer troubles to a reasonable degree. I can tell off creeps with impunity. People watch me when I walk down the street. There is no -teen on the end of my age. If dinner is to only be gelati, then so be it.
I like who I am these days.